So maybe I will write with my right
with the white light balances
of the blood red of berry she
thinks of things to tinkle into works and
I love to write you just
cant, cant know if I am loving you
or hating you
Iook for our simple existence. . I am leaning for more.
Do you ever feel in your bones that you are meant for
more
you can’t help it you really just can’t …you won’t…
you can’t.
allesor 